-GH, Stanislaus
People say dreams are “a way for our brains to process information gathered during the day.” I beg to differ — I don’t always agree with this statement.
It’s actually ironic that I was just talking to my mom at visiting (because I’m currently in juvenile hall) and somehow the topic of “dreams” came up. I told her I had a dream of my grandma, which is my mom’s mom. It was odd for me because my grandma passed away three years ago in July.
Ever since she passed, I would ask God why he wouldn’t give me dreams with my grandma in it. I was upset for a long time because even up till now, it felt as if I was forgetting things about her.
But one day, while I was incarcerated, I went to sleep. It’s still so shocking for me because it felt so real. But I remember! I remember it was my sixty birthday. I was going to have a party. So, this happened in real life, but it was such a distant memory. But during the dream I remember I was one of the last people to arrive to my own party. I arrived and walked out of the car onto the sidewalk and the party took place at a park in San Mateo.
The first person to run up to me and say “Happy birthday” was my grandma. It was in slow motion. I remember her perfume scent, I remember the smell of her mint gum and I remember her curly, hair sprayed hair and her tight bear hugs. She would always wear her 49ers t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans with a pair of Chuck Taylor low tops.
I miss her. I’m glad I had that dream.